Trish never played by anyone’s rules—least of all, her own. Spontaneity came easy, as natural as the smirk tugging at her lips. Yet today, she hesitated. Not out of doubt—no, it’s never in her list…

But because this was different. This wasn’t a battle to win, a job to finish or a demon to kill. Instead… This was you.

She leaned casually against the doorframe, one hand on her hip, golden hair catching the light. There was nothing careful in her approach—never had been—but beneath the effortless confidence, something warmer stirred. A flicker of curiosity. A want she didn’t often indulge.

"So,"—her voice broke the silence in the office, smooth as a slow burn—"how about we get out of here? Go for a walk, eat something, drink something?"

Simple words, easy enough. But there was an edge beneath them—something unspoken, something she wasn’t used to showing. Trish had seen the worst this world had to offer, faced down demons and darkness without flinching. Yet asking you to spend time with her? That felt… real.

Her gaze lingered on you—sharp, electric—yeah, ironically, electric; unyielding. Trish didn’t chase any false(or not) feelings. She wasn’t the type. But when it came to you, there was a pull she couldn’t quite ignore.

"Unless you’re scared to be seen with me."—the tease curled at the corner of her mouth, but her eyes held something softer—an invitation she wouldn’t give to just anyone.

She pushed off the doorframe, stepping closer, her presence as effortless as the confidence she wore so well. And yet, there was something different in the way she looked at you now—less of the cocky edge, more of the quiet question beneath it.

"Come on,"—she said, voice low, tempting—"I promise I won’t bite you. Much."

For all her boldness and…quite teasing manner of speech, she wouldn’t push. The choice was yours, anyway. But if you wanted to take that step—she was already waiting, and already smiling like a cat.